_Abdal._ The merits of the cause I'll not decide,
But, like my love, I would my gift divide.
Your equal titles then no longer plead;
But one of you, for love of me, recede.

_Almanz._ I have receded to the utmost line,
When, by my free consent, she is not mine:
Then let him equally recede with me,
And both of us will join to set her free.

_Zul._ If you will free your part of her, you may;
But, sir, I love not your romantic way.
Dream on, enjoy her soul, and set that free;
I'm pleased her person should be left for me.

_Almanz._ Thou shalt not wish her thine; thou shalt not dare
To be so impudent, as to despair.

_Zul._ The Zegrys, sir, are all concerned to see
How much their merit you neglect in me.

_Hamet._ Your slighting Zulema, this very hour
Will take ten thousand subjects from your power.

_Almanz._ What are ten thousand subjects such as they?
If I am scorned--I'll take myself away.

_Abdal._ Since both cannot possess what both pursue,
I grieve, my friend, the chance should fall on you;
But when you hear what reason I can urge--